He had a weakness for ink cuz he’d seen it create history
He had witnessed paper carrying realms and ink dissolving hearts in a mystery
He wrote tales that someday were meant to be heard
He held the quill in his hand and knew the power of a word.
His innocence felt so real and true
He had faith in himself that he would make it through
He knew of those two lines of reality and fantasy
Between them was where he stood leading to a legacy.
Even though it hurt, he was still holding on
Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone
He was shy and so very quiet
He was the perfect man with that touch so polite.
He loved sleeping, he could sleep all day
He wasn’t offended by the word lazy, you can call him wish you may
All those secrets he knew never left his keep
They were all locked away in his thoughts so deep.
He got a gift to live in a mysterious dream
Or maybe he was just trapped, where no one could hear his silent screams
His silence spoke louder than words
Like clinging swords in the battle of the worlds.
They called him insane but he was a free soul
He loved his life like a crazy lover, no matter what he was told
He was the most fun person to be around
His timeless and weird jokes just couldn’t elsewhere be found.
He was just so kind and cared for every soul
His heart was a heavenly spark which shone its light on all
He was like a miraculous happening only once to be found
He was strange and was born to turn the world around.
Curiosity made him wander off to strange places in his mind
He went on looking for strange stuff that he was always meant to find
He was short tempered cuz he was true from inside
That rage was meant to reveal the truth from behind those eyes open wide.